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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.