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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.