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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Dark Day to the jazz 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.