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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the grime 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.