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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Hashim,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.