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 Georgia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.