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 Jamaica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.