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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.