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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 The Real Kids to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.