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 Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.