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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.