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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Faraquet to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.