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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.