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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.