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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Pylon,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.