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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Make Up 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Pole,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.