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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
10cc,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.