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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Organ,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.