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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Selecter 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.