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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.