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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.