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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.