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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.