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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the grime 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.