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 South Africa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.