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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.