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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.