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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the rock 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.