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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.