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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.