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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Can 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.