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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Wings,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.