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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.