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 Turkey and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.