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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.