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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.