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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.