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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Goldenarms to the dance 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Index,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.