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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.