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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.