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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.