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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
MC5,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.