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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.