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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Soft Cell to the punk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
UT,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.