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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix 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?
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
MC5,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.