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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.