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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.