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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Smog,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Index,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.