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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
The Move,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Magma,
Jandek,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.