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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.