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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.