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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.