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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Nico,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.