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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Procol Harum 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Symarip,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.