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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.