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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.