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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.