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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
The Busters,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.