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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Slave to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.