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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.