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 Panama and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.