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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the grime 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.