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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.