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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Wake to the rock 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.