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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Television,
The Monks,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.