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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.