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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.