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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Pole,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Swans,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.