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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.