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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Monks to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan 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.