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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.