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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.