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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the grunge 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.