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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Motorama,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.