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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.