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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Monks to the dance 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.