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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.