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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.