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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.