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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swans to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.