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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the rap 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
cv313,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.