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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe 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?
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.