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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Gichy Dan to the grime 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.