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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.