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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the jazz 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.