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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.