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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.