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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
UT,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.