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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine 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?
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.