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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.