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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.