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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.