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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.