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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.