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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 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?
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.