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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.