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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Quadrant,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.