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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.