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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Technova,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.