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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.