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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.