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 Burkina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 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 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
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,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.