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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.