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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the rock 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.