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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.