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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.