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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.