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 Ghana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 marimba 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Organ,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.