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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.