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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.