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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.