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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Index,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.