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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Slave,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Can,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.