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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.