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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Television,
Urselle,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.