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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.