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 Cuba and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.