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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.