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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.