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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Bobby Womack to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.