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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Japan,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.