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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the rap 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Audionom,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.