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 Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.