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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The United States of America to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA 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?
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.