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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.