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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Yellowson 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.