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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Scion,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.