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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.