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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.