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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.