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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.