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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.