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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.