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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.