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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.