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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.