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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.