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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.