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 Lithuania 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.