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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.