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 Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Audionom,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.