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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Black Dice to the techno 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.