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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the rock 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.