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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 David McCallum 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.