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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
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.