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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
DNA,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.