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 Brunei and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Japan,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.