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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Television,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.