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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Quantec,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.