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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.