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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Slave,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.