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 Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.