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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.