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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.