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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.