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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.