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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 One Last Wish to the disco 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
June Days,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.