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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.