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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.