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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.