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 South and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.