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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.