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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.