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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.