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 Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.