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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Motorama,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.