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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros 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?
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.