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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Gong,
The Associates,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.