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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.