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 Canada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.