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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.