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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.