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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.