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 Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 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 The Birthday Party to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.