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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Pylon,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.