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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Marine Girls 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke 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 rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.