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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Television,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.