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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.