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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Zapp,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.