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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.