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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 American Breed to the crunk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.