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 Ghana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.