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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.