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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
UT,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.