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 India and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.