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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.