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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.