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 Turkmenistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.