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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the grime 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.