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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.