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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Erykah Badu to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Echospace,
ABC,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.