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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.