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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.