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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Gong,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.