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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.