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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.