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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.