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 Norway and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 harpsichord 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
New Order,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.