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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Whodini,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.