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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.