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 Japan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.