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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s.
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 Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.