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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.