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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.