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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Terry Callier 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.