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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.