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 Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 clarinet 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.