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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.