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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.