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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Pole,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.