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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.