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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Can,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.