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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.