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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.