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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.