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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.