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 Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord 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 Blancmange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.