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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.