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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Cameo,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.