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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the rap 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Visage,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.