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 Tajikistan 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.