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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.