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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.