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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
UT,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.