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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Move to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.