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 Saudi Arabia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.