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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 funk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.