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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Monks to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
UT,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Smog,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.