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 Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.