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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.