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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.