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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.