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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.