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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.