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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Wings,
DNA,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.