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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.