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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.