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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.