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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Gong 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Index,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.