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 Chad and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.