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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
The Move,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.