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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Television,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.