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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.