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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.