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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
JFA,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.