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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 the Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.