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 Botswana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.