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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.