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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.