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 Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Magma,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.