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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Can,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Oneida,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.