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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.