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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.