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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.