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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.