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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.