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 Somalia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.