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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Grass Roots to the rock 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.