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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
MDC,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.