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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.