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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry 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?
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.