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 Tonga and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 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 The Saints to the grime 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
The Index,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.