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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.