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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.