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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Severed Heads to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.