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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.