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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.