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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.