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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
June Days,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.