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 Nigeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.