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 Ghana and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
June Days,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Visage,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.