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 Laos 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.