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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.