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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.