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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.