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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
The Move,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.