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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Skaos,
Fear,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.