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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.