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 Seychelles and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Colin Newman to the jazz 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.