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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.