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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Television,
The Smoke,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Slave,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.