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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.