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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.