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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.