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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.