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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.