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 Germany and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 clarinet 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.