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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy 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?
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.