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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Last Poets to the electroclash 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.