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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.