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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Todd Terry to the disco 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
MC5,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.