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 Bangladesh 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.