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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.