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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.