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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.