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 Serbia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.