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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.