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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.