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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.