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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.