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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.