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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Television Personalities 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.