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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.