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 Malta and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.