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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.