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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Monks,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
New Order,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.