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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.