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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Nico,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.