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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.