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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.