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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.