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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.