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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Can,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.