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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Organ,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Index,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.