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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds 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?
Index,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.