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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.