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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.