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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the grime 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.