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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.