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 Netherlands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Flipper to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.