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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.