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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 CMW to the funk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.