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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.