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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Gong,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.