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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Can,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.