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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Glenn Branca to the rap 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.