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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.