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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Shoche to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.