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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.