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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.