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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
The Saints,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.