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 Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.