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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.