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 Italy and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.