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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Pantytec to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.