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 Tunisia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 the Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
CMW,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.