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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.