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 Vietnam and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.