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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.