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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.