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 South Africa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.