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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Index,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.