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 Lesotho and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.