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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 linndrum 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.