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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.