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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 American Breed to the techno 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.