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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Q65,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Nico,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.