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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.