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 Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.