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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.