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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The Index to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.