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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Wire,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.