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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.