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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 Holger Czukay 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.