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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.