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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
CMW,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.