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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Robert Görl to the disco 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.