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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.