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 Peru 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 E-Dancer to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.