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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Slave,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.