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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Gong,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
the Human League,
JFA,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
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.