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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.