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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.