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 China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.