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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
the Association,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Q65,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.