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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.