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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.