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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sparks to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Neu!,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.