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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.