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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.