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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.