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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.