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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.