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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.