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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.