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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 The Slackers to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.