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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.