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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.