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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.