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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Can,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.