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 Guyana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.