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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.