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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.