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 Cuba and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 rhodes 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
the Human League,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.