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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.