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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.