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 Yemen and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.