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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy 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?
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.