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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Rekid,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.