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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Osbourne to the funk 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Echospace,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.