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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.