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 Sri Lanka 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Star Department to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.