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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.