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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Grauzone to the rap 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.