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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.