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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
ABC,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.