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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Organ,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.