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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.