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 Romania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Q65,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.