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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders 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?
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.