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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Mars,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Television,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.