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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.