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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Ten City,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
The Victims,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.