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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.