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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Scientists,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.