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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Swans,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Flipper,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.