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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jacques Brel to the disco 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.