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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Colin Newman to the rock 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.