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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Faust,
Rakim,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.