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 Djibouti 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Crash Course in Science 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Crime,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.