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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.