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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.