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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.