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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Fall to the rap 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.