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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.