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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.