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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.