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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.