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 Malawi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.