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 Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.