Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.