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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.