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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.