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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
June Days,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.