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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.