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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Last Poets to the rap 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.