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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
The Fall,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.