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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.