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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Franke,
The Move,
the Human League,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.