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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.