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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Yaz,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.