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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.