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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.