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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Sister Nancy 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.