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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
The Slits,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.