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 Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.