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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.