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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.