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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Faust,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.