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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 clarinet 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Brick,
10cc,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.