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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.