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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.