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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.