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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
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.