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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 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 The Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.