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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.