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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.