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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.