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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.