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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.