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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Tomorrow to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.