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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.