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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.