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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Japan,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.