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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.