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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 clarinet 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 Jeff Mills 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Symarip,
DNA,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.