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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.