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 Spain 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.