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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Index,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.