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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.