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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Liliput,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.