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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
New Order,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.