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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood 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?
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.