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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Second Layer to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.