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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Fear,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.