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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 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 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 Jeff Mills to the disco 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Visage,
ABC,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.