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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow 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?
Lyres,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.