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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.