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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.