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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.