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 Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.