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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.