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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.