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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.