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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.