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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the rap 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.