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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.