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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.