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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.