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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.