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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
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 clarinet 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.