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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.