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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
John Cale,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.