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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.