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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.