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 Togo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Swans to the dance 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.