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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.