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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.