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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.