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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Moody Blues to the rock 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.