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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.