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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.