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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.