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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.