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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.