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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.