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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.