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 Romania 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.