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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.