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 Albania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 güiro 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.