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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.