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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.