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 Niger and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.