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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.