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 Grenada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.