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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.