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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.