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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.