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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 synthesizer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.