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 Malta and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.