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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.