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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.